I should have considered it wrong to have finished the Frieze before the room for its accommodation and the funds for its completion were available.

Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.

By painting colors and lines and forms seen in quickened mood I was seeking to make this mood vibrate as a phonograph does. This was the origin of the paintings in The Frieze of Life.

There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

Photography is an art which touches and grips one's own heart's blood.

It would be quite amusing to preach a bit to all those people who for many years now have been looking at our paintings and either laughed or shook their heads reproachfully. They do not believe that these impressions, these instant sensations, could contain even the smallest grain of sanity. If a tree is red or blue, or a face is blue or green, they are sure that is insanity.